This goes to my sister.
She was 14 years old, when she died.
She was coming home from a under 18 club,
and her friends car was struck, head on, by a drunk driver.
She was in ICU for a week,
on life support, in a coma.
They decided to pull the plug
two days ago.
Her birthday was next month.
She'd be fifteen, and she'd be getting her permit.
She'd be able to drive.
I was very close to her,
and I haven't been able to stop crying since.
We had plans.
We were going to go places.
She was going to grow up, get married, and have her family she wanted.
She was supposed to.
She wasn't supposed to die this young.
She had the biggest heart, and she was the nicest girl you'd ever meet.
She wanted the best, for everyone.
She didn't have many enemies, at all.
Or, that I knew of.
She stuck up for what was right,
she did everything she was supposed to.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I don't know how I'm going to be able to pass her room each day, look at her stuff,
and live on without her.
She wasn't supposed to leave me like this.
Each day, I hear her laugh.
I see her smile.
I feel her warm hugs, when I'm not in a good mood.
Everything I see reminds me of her.
At night, I call her voicemail, to hear her voice.
I love her so much.
R.I.P,
Mallory Renee<3

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